Sans shrugs.

"We only need about 2.5." Papyrus says.

The teller looks up at him and almost falls out of his chair.

Papyrus starts laughing. "Best thing I've seen all day." He says. "Striking fear is oh so energizing."

Frisk looks up at him and she looks like shes about to cry.

"Frisk... I didn't mean-" he says and she sniffles. He hugs her and pats her head.

She wipes her nose in her sleeve and silently forgives him. The teller gives him some coins back and goes to get the manager to authorize and exchange this large. When the manager sees who it is, he quickly authorizes it. The teller gives the money to them in a briefcase.

"Thank you." Frisk says for them after receiving a receipt.

"I need some exchanged as well." Toriel says, putting three coins on the counter.

"3 and a half Troy ounces." Jethro announces and puts the cash and a receipt into an envelope. "Have a good evening m'am." he says and puts up his closed sign.

The intercom dings. "The Central City Bank is now closing." it says.

Toriel leads the way out. "We can visit your orphanage tomorrow Frisk." Papyrus says, stopping at the sidewalk. The sun is starting to go down again.

"They might not even remember me.." Frisk says softly.

"If your human government is anything like ours, we'll need your paperwork to enroll you in school." Papyrus says.

"What if they threw it all away..?" Frisk asks, biting her lip.

"Then they'll have to get new ones. I'm sure someone has a copy of your existence." Papyrus says.

"What if they don't let you adopt me...?" she asks, sounding like she's about to cry.

"Then we'll blackmail them." Papyrus says, looking at her.

"We have two years of footage placing you in the underground and not in the care your old caretaker." Sans says, sipping his mustard.

Frisk sniffles.

"All three of us will have joint custody of you. You'll never be without someone to take care of you." Toriel says, kneeling down and kissing her forehead. Sans and Papyrus kind of smile a little.

Frisk nods and takes a deep breath. "Just don't ever make me go back there..." Frisk says.

"You can count on us, kid." Sans says.

Frisk nods and Papyrus's phone rings. "It's King Asgore." he says and steps away to answer it.

"Where should we stay tonight?" Toriel asks.

"I saw a hotel near the place we're about to buy." Sans says.

"Then let's stay there." She says. Sans nods and they wait for Papyrus. Its a good while before he rejoins them.

"First thing in the morning, we need to go into the government building and have our photos taken for our identification cards." he says. "Asgore went up to the city leaders and informed them that we wish to conform into their society and every one of us must have our pictures taken and information taken down."

Sans sighs. "Great. I'm already pissed off at the lady who'll be doing mine." he growls. "Any one of them say one wrong thing, I'm wasting 'em."

Papyrus smacks the back of his head. "You'll do no such thing. Harm a human and you won't have feet anymore." Papyrus growls.

Sans growls back and grumbles under his breath.

Sans teleports them to the hotel near the place they're buying. Toriel pays for a room for Frisk and herself and the bone brothers get a room. Frisk takes off her shoes and goes to shower. When she gets out, her suitcase is outside the bathroom door. She changes into some pajamas and climbs into a bed. Toriel showers herself. Frisk yawns and curls up with the blankets. It's really soft.

"Frisk, are you hungry?" Toriel asks when she gets out. She nods and sits up. "I'll order room service." Toriel says, picking up the menu by the phone. "Pizza?" Toriel asks.

Frisk nods. "I would like some of that please. Papyrus doesn't really make it that often." she says.

Toriel chuckles. "Pepperoni?" she asks. Frisk nods vigorously. Toriel chuckles again and picks up the phone. "Room service please." she says. "One pepperoni pizza. And two root beers." Frisk flashes a thumbs up. "Thirty minutes? There's no way in hell it takes that long to cook a frozen pizza and bring it to our room. "We're on the first floor for Pete's sake!" she growls into the phone, eyes glowing. "If its not here in 20, no tip!" and she slams the phone down on the receiver.

Her eyes turn back to normal and she takes a breath. "Humans are contrary." she comments. "No offense to you, Frisk."

Frisk holds her hands up. "None taken." she says. They wait and Toriel times them. After 19 minutes the bell boy is there with their food and drinks. Toriel smile and tips him a $100 bill. The bell boy smiles.

"Have a good night ladies." he says and leaves. Frisk digs in without prejudice. She's in food heaven. Human root beer is so much better. After they finish eating, Frisk curls up in her covers again. It doesn't take long before she's asleep. Toriel smiles and makes sure the door is locked and gets in bed. She turns off the lights off and it doesnt take long for her to go to sleep either.

The sun rises and Papyrus knocks on their door. Toriel is already up and dressed. She shakes little Frisk awake.

"Time to start to start the day." She says and goes to answer the door.

Frisk groans and sits up. "Mama its too early.." she complains as she sluggishly gets out of bed. She lets the skeletons in and they watch as she sleepily goes through her clothes for something to wear. Papyrus is staring at her intensely. Sans smacks his arm. "She's not food, Boss."

He says. Papyrus growls and she goes into the bathroom to change and brush her hair. She comes out yawning. She's wearing a pink dress with a white ribbon around her waist with matching flats. The skirt is semi-pleated and goes down to just passed her knees.

She throws her pjs and brush in her suitcase and closes it. Sans teleports it back to the house in Snowdin for safekeeping. Then, he teleports them to right in front of town hall where there's already a line leading out the door of monsters getting themselves identified.

They get in line and officials walk up and down the line. When one spots Frisk, he stops and kneels. "What are you doing here, little girl?" He asks.

"My guardian is letting me roam around today. I just wanted to see what all the commotion was all about." Frisk says expertly.

"Well all these people are monsters, waiting in line to gain citizenship. They just came out from under the mountain." He explains.

"Cool." Frisk says with a smile.

"Where do you live little miss?" He asks, taking off his hat.

"The Partridge Orphanage." Frisk says. The officer looks at her for a moment.

"I go there all the time. I never see you there." He says.

"I get that a lot. The other kids dont even notice me " she says shrugging. "They probably dont even remember my name." She adds and the officer frowns.

"How old are you?" He asks.

"Im ten." She says. "A couple more years and I'll probably be put in a foster home. No one adopts teenagers."

The officer frowns again. "Thats not a very positive attitude." He comments.

"Im hoping one of these guys adopts me." Frisk says motioning to Toriel, Papyrus, and Sans.

The officer gets pale. "They seem nice." He says.

Frisk nods and goes to hold Toriel's hand. Toriel smiles and squeezes her hand gently. "Her fur is really soft." She says to the officer. The officer nods. After a while, he leaves them alone. Frisk sighs and looks up at them. Papyrus nods in approval, Sans smiles a little and Toriel kisses the top of her head.

Papyrus pulls out her phone and starts texting someone. He half laughs. "Looks like Alphys is already in their systems. She is currently sending everyone a simplified version of the humans' laws." He says.

"Yippee." Sans grumbles.

Papyrus rolls his eyes. "Apparently they have laws for everything under the sun." He says. Toriel sighs.

"Have Alphys file a business license for us." Sans says, reading through the laws and regulations Alphys sent him. "If we really want to start a business, we'll need one of those." He says.

SPapyrus nods. "She says we have to pay for its processing at the desk, but she filed." Sans nods and the line moves up slowly. They reach the desk after about an hour

. The three adults get their pictures taken and a bit of DNA taken from them. Toriel gives them some of her fur, Papyrus gives them some blood and they swab Sans's forehead for his sweat. Frisk sits with them as they wait for their numbers to be called and their cards printed out. Papyrus is first. His picture captures his famous scowl. Then its Toriel. Her eyes are glowing for the picture.

Sans's tongue is out for his picture and it makes Papyrus roll his eyes and they hear to the department that handles the business licenses. They pay the fee for processing, giving the lady at the counter a number to contact them by when and if it went through. They leave town hall at a staggering 8:30am.

"Lets find a restaurant." Toriel suggests. Papyrus grabs a tourist map and plans a route to a small diner. He leads the way, expertly navigating.

The hostess pales and gets shakey but seats them in a booth. Sans and Frisk sit on the inside and she folds her paper placemat into a paper football and motions for Sans to positions his fingers into a goal. Sans helps himself to the mustard as they play paper football. When the waiter comes around, they order drinks and Frisk actually picks up her menu to look at it. When she knows what she wants, she puts it down and scores six goals on Sans who tries his best to make a comeback. Surprisingly, he doesnt cheat.

By 9:45, Frisk is up 10-4. They leave the restraunt and walk towards the house theyre buying. It takes fifteen minutes. Ms. Ivera is there with Mr. Finch. The owner of the house is standing there with them, talking about investing. She is the shortest old lady Frisk has ever seen. She's about 3'4". Sans teleports the briefcases to his hands and carries it over.

Papyrus leans down to shake the womans hand. "Hello, I'm Papyrus Gaster." He says. "Igred Merryweather." The owner says, not even flinching. "I just signed all the paperwork. As soon as you sign it its yours." Papyrus nods and Sans hands the little lady the suitcases.

Papyrus takes the paperwork from Shilling and she points to the spots where he has to sign. The realtors smile and Papyrus pays them their fee. Sans starts teleporting the packed boxes and furniture into the house. The owner hands over the keys and Papyrus leads the way in, starting to unpack. Toriel helps Frisk unpack on the second floor. Her bed and her other furniture are already there but they're placed haphazardly. Toriel helps her move it against the wall with the window and move the side table next to it. They put away her clothes and put all her books on her little shelf.

"Welcome to your new home." Toriel says smiling.

Frisk nods. "Flowey would've loved it." She says, starting to cry. Toriel pulls out a handkerchief and gives it to her. She blows her nose in it. "Thank you." She says softly, eyes on the spot that will always be empty.

I wanted to thank all the faithful readers who suck with me till the end.

I'm looking at you ReaperOfOaths. You win the Most Comments award.

Anyway, thank you so much for reading. It really means a lot to me.

~Magic